everything in the sky: Overheard: The terrible realness of it all →
“I need someone who can keep up with me, you know? That’s his problem. I’m too fast,” she says, flicking aside her hair.
Her friend nods, chews her gum, reads her phone.
We ascend on the escalator. I listen.
“I’m just too real,” she continues.
I consider it. I can see how that would be a problem:…